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Silurian Doctor.

No Longer Human Looking.

The last thing the Eleventh Doctor saw and experienced was the feeling of Restac's mouth over him, biting down on his tongue and pumping large amounts of poison into his mouth, mixing with the poison the Silurian warrior had injected into his body moments earlier before the regeneration took while he panicked about the Silurian on top of him, was the first thing the Twelfth Doctor felt, while she felt very strong and powerful on the floor of her TARDIS.

Where he felt the fire burning within him, frightened of what could happen with so much Silurian poison in his veins, burning through his cells and mixing with the regeneration energy while he had an enraged Silurian warrior on top of him who had no idea what was happening, and was incredibly stupid to not jump off of him until it was too late, she felt….powerful, strong, and different from any of her previous incarnations.

As the regeneration reached its climax, the Eleventh Doctor's last thoughts as his mind started to alter was a number of new thoughts and feelings that initially horrified him, but as his mind surrendered to the regeneration, and he saw Restac vanish while his body changed, he became aware of his new limbs and a growing feeling on his chest.

Wait, what?

The new Doctor took in a deep, sibilant breath when the fires of the regeneration stopped, leaving the Time Lord panting on the ground. For a moment the new Doctor lay on the floor of his TARDIS…no. The Doctor sat up, feeling the weight on his, no her chest.

Breasts.

"I'm a woman," the new Doctor whispered, gazing down at the two orbs on her new chest in disbelief.

The Doctor looked down at them in confusion, and then a smile spread across her face; in the past, the Doctor had always remained male, it was always difficult for most Time Lords chose not to regenerate across genders since it was always hard for them to adjust to a gender they hadn't been born into, but the Doctor had never really opted to try it, but with her new regeneration cycle she had the opportunity for regenerating into new lives, but that didn't matter to the Doctor in her current mindset, she was enjoying this, and as she stood up, she staggered a little but she quickly became used to her new equilibrium and righted herself.

As she stood up, the Doctor felt as if her body was burning with energy and it felt as though her limbs were made of rubber. Absently, the Doctor walked to the console and she just pulled the dematerialisation lever without bothering to set the coordinates. Unlike her previous self, she found her new incarnation was not bothered anymore about visiting Amy and Rory, and when she remembered them, she felt less fond of them.

The Doctor's eyes narrowed, crinkling curiously and then they widened in horror as she felt a new part of herself feeling nothing but contempt for them, not for their personalities, but for their humanness.

She ran a hand through her hair…only to discover she didn't have any hair. Her eyes widened as recent memories surfaced in her mind; the last battles of Trenzalore, being terrified of the plan she'd come up with to save her life and ensure the timeline the Great Intelligence had shown them was negated completely, being shot by the Daleks while she poured all of the energy of the regeneration cycle she had picked up from Artron's tomb on Parrak into the wormholes she had created in the TARDIS to destroy the Daleks, their fleet, and their regeneration inhibitor satellite network, the use of the Elysian Field triggered off by a shot from the Daleks, the tell-tale burn of her new regeneration before deciding to travel back in time and seeing the places she'd visited before and meeting Rory and Amy, being attacked by Restac….

Her eyes widened and she raced off to the nearest mirror and stared at her reflection. She blinked in amazement and gaped with horror as she realised she was staring right into the face of Restac, Alaya, and Vastra (a part of the Doctor had always asked herself if Vastra belonged to the same gene chain as the two other Silurian sisters). She had the same scaly features, the same Silurian crest and horns. She looked down at her hands for the first time, taking in the green scales on her hands. Only a hand pressed against both sides of her chest confirmed she still had her second heart, but otherwise she was a Silurian female.

This was what she had been worried about when wrestling with Restac! When she had been regenerating in the TARDIS, the Silurian venom had mixed with the regeneration energy, mutating it but with Restac on top of her body, the regeneration energy had just spliced Restac's DNA to her own, transforming the Doctor into a clone of Restac.

The Doctor was just wondering what other side effects this regeneration had done to her when her new thoughts filled her mind; she realised she was far superior to anyone else, superior to mammals. Even her own predecessors were not exempt from that belief. Her sixth incarnation and her original self had both believed themselves superior to everyone they had met, but their attitudes while they had mellowed out over the years, their beliefs had stuck with them throughout their lives. But in her new incarnation, she knew it was not just arrogance, she was better than any other mammalian race in the universe. The very thought brought a wicked grin to the Doctor's new lips. She sniffed as she looked around the TARDIS interior.

She had reconfigured the desktop when Rory and Amy were gone during that mess with the Weeping Angels and after that disaster with the Dalek Time Controller, she had felt her desire for adventure go cold before she changed the desktop to reflect her sense of loss.

Well, her predecessor was always emotional about the apes.

She was not.

The Doctor grinned viciously as she rushed to the console, and she began making a number of quick adjustments to the console. Mm, she would have to adjust the heating controls. Her grin widened as she felt the temperature of the console room start to rise, and she felt her blood sing with joy as her saurian blood felt the heat. Once the climate controls were reset until the TARDIS was the temperature of a tropical rainforest, the Doctor started on the desktop theme.

The desktop changed as the walls lightened, transforming from a gunmetal grey-silver colour to an orange-red-brown. The two floors of the room merged until they were just the one. Jutting from the walls were prehistoric ferns and against the wall were boiling pools of water while the console itself changed until the panels glowed green as they had with immediate four predecessors, except the controls were neatly laid out this time around and they didn't resemble a collection of junk but now the controls and displays resembled Silurian technology rather than anything she'd had in any of her previous incarnations.

The Doctor grinned as she admired her work while she walked slowly around the console to quietly memorise the controls. Unlike when her idiotic tenth self had regenerated and the console room had been shifted as the desktop repaired itself, she had actually programmed the new console. As she cast her eyes appreciatively over the controls, the new Doctor admired the controls spread out neatly over the console. It would take time and a lot of practice, but she would master the new format and layout without the controls looking like they were collected from scrapyards. No, the Doctor in her new incarnation wished to present a more professional approach to her travels.

Taking a deep breath through her new lungs, and relishing the strength in her new, lithe body, the Doctor considered her next move. As always with the start of a new regeneration, the early days of a new body were always fraught with trouble. She would need time to rest, time to pick a new wardrobe while trying to discover some of her new persona. At least that was what should happen to her, but logic and her desire for adventure meant that she threw herself into action before her mind could mend itself.

She didn't plan on doing that this time. Oh no, she wanted to be well-rested in her new strong body. This time she wanted to break the chain where she would be dealing with creatures like Cybermen, the Silence, Prisoner Zero, the Sycorax and the Daleks (hmm, I wonder how long it would take to boil Kaled mutants in a vat of acid?). This time the Doctor had no intention of letting her desire for excitement and adventure cloud her judgement, this time she planned on approaching her new life fully rested and healed. It would take 15 hours for her regeneration to finish, but she planned on waiting for a little while before she did anything else.

A series of ideas flashed through her mind; they showed images of a different time, a different life at a totally different age, of a childhood vastly different from the one the Doctor had known on Gallifrey. Years of being raised alongside other Silurians, attending schools and the Academy of War and mastering the arts of stealth and combat, years fighting against rogue dinosaurs, other groups of prehistoric beings, from creatures which resembled semi-sentient ants crossed with wasps, The Doctor frowned as she quickly worked out what had happened; she had heard of similar things happening with other Time Lords who'd gone through a similar kind of regeneration that she had just gone through.

She was experiencing Restac's memories. She knew she should have realised this would happen to her at some point, but the fact was she hadn't. She had forgotten this little detail after being frightened of the prospect of a cross-species regeneration induced by poison and Restac's proximity to her body.

Now she was experiencing them the Doctor was starting to get thoughts in her mind that she had never once thought before, not even during her most violent moments across any of her lives; even her wartime self had never thought these thoughts before ever, but as she thought about them, the Doctor quickly realised how right they were.

The Doctor closed her eyes when she felt post-regeneration sickness spike throughout her body, forcing her to lean on the console. Hunched over in pain and agony for a moment, the Doctor fought to regain her focus. When the post-regeneration pains lessened the Doctor took a deep breath and looked down at the console. Moving around the console, the Doctor set the controls for a planet that was peaceful. Unlike other occasions where she was content letting the TARDIS travel to a place where she was needed, the Doctor used her Time Lord control over the old ship. She didn't like doing this at the best of times, but she was too tired and she wanted to recover from a traumatic regeneration in peace. Let the universe take care of itself for a little bit.